4: Epithalamium (or Epithalamion): A wedding poem written in honour of a bride and bridegroom Example: A Slice of Wedding Cake By: Robert Graves Why have such scores of lovely, gifted girls Married impossible men? Simple self-sacrifice may be ruled out, And missionary endeavour, nine times out of ten. Repeat 'impossible men': not merely rustic, Foul-tempered or depraved (Dramatic foils chosen to show the world How well women behave, and always have behaved). Impossible men: idle, illiterate, Self-pitying, dirty, sly, For whose appearance even in City parks Excuses must be made to casual passers-by. Has God's supply of tolerable husbands Fallen, in fact, so low? Or do I always over-value woman At the expense of man? Do I? It might be so.

5: Couplet: A couplet has rhyming stanzas each made up of two lines. Example: True wit is nature to advantage dressed What oft was thought, but ne'er so well expressed. By:Alexander Pope

6: Narrative Poem: Vacation? The beautiful, blue beach, For it, I desperatey reach. The sizzling, soft sand, That's where I want to land. A weekend with my loved ones, Mom, dad, and me, but no sons. I imagine the bright, shining sun, Hoping to have the most fun. We arrived in our destination, I'm feeling a good sensation. "We're in the airport", my dad sings, As we wait for the arrival of our things.

7: But what is this, now I fear, Our luggage is not here. We search and ask for help, But we can't find it!, I yelp. "Oh whatever!", I yell, And we just go to our hotel. But they tell us we have no reservation! This is not helping the vacation. As the bright stars poke their heads out, and the sky turns black, I have a wish and dream about, How I want to go back -- home.

8: Ode poem: Ode to Fall Over there in the park, The grasses turn dark. And the clothes of leaves-they change, Red, orange, and yellow, in a wide range. As the hands of a tree, Gracefully dance down, to be free, Kids jump into the pile, After many have fallen, mile after mile.

9: Oh the joy that fall can bring, To the families and friends at Thanksgiving. Foods, traditions, and loads of fun, Can bring a smile into everyone. So why not celebrate September through November? It'll be a time you'll definitely remember.

10: Birches - Robert Frost When I see birches bend to left and right Across the lines of straighter darker trees, I like to think some boy's been swinging them. But swinging doesn't bend them down to stay. Ice-storms do that. Often you must have seen them 5 Loaded with ice a sunny winter morning After a rain. They click upon themselves As the breeze rises, and turn many-coloured As the stir cracks and crazes their enamel. Soon the sun's warmth makes them shed crystal shells 10 Shattering and avalanching on the snow-crust Such heaps of broken glass to sweep away You'd think the inner dome of heaven had fallen. They are dragged to the withered bracken by the load, And they seem not to break; though once they are bowed So low for long, they never right themselves: 16 You may see their trunks arching in the woods Years afterwards, trailing their leaves on the ground, Like girls on hands and knees that throw their hair Before them over their heads to dry in the sun. 20

11: But I was going to say when Truth broke in With all her matter-of-fact about the ice-storm, I should prefer to have some boy bend them As he went out and in to fetch the cows-- 25 Some boy too far from town to learn baseball, Whose only play was what he found himself, Summer or winter, and could play alone. One by one he subdued his father's trees By riding them down over and over again 30 Until he took the stiffness out of them, And not one but hung limp, not one was left For him to conquer. He learned all there was To learn about not launching out too soon And so not carrying the tree away 35 Clear to the ground. He always kept his poise To the top branches, climbing carefully With the same pains you use to fill a cup Up to the brim, and even above the brim.

12: Then he flung outward, feet first, with a swish, 40 Kicking his way down through the air to the ground. So was I once myself a swinger of birches. And so I dream of going back to be. It's when I'm weary of considerations, And life is too much like a pathless wood 45 Where your face burns and tickles with the cobwebs Broken across it, and one eye is weeping From a twig's having lashed across it open. I'd like to get away from earth awhile And then come back to it and begin over. 50 May no fate willfully misunderstand me And half grant what I wish and snatch me away Not to return. Earth's the right place for love: I don't know where it's likely to go better. I'd like to go by climbing a birch tree 55 And climb black branches up a snow-white trunk Toward heaven, till the tree could bear no more, But dipped its top and set me down again. That would be good both going and coming back. One could do worse than be a swinger of birches. 60

13: Poetry Analysis Title: My prediction of the poem from the title "Birches" is that the poem will tell the growth of life since "birches" is a type of tree and trees grow. Paraphrase: A boy is swinging on the branches of the tree. The author then wants to go back to that life of swinging trees and being free. Connotation: The author uses imagery to describe the birches from night to morning and how beautiful they are in the morning from lines five to thirteen. He describes the change in the birches of how the "sun's warmth makes them shed crystal shells". This means that the ice on the birches from the ice storm the night before are breaking away due to the warm sunlight. Also in lines fourteen through eighteen, the author is saying how the birches are always bowed down so low, but they never break, which I think can be thought as that the birches never give up whether there is an ice storm or their trunks are curved down.

14: In line twenty-one, the author says "when Truth broke in". "Truth" in this context is reality, adulthood, and the world of not innocent, but the world of the vicious fight for survival. Before in lines five to eighteen, the author was having a fantasy and thinking about the "inner dome of heaven". Then, he realizes that reality is different. In line twety-four to twenty-eight, he continues the thought about reality and says that he would prefer to have some boy who fetched the cows and lived far from town bend the trees rather than the evil reality bend them. The author wants a child who is innocent and pure and not sucked in to the materialistic world filled with advance technology and adulthood. I think the author is using metaphor to compare the birches with the world. I think that he wants pureness ,which the country boy swinging the tree has, to fill the world rather than adults who are always stressed out about work, paying bills, and don't even have time to run out and play anymore.

15: Robert Frost used hyperbole in line fourty about "flung outward, feet first, with a swish" out of the birch tree". You cannot really launch out and fly in to the sky out of a tree. I believe that he's trying to say the boy is learning from experience "not to launch out too soon" from line thirty-four. Moreover, Robert Frost is trying to say that this boy has the time and freedom to do all these activities, not worry about anything, and just "fly out" in to the sky. He has the time to make mistakes and learn from them. I think the author is trying to show how adults never have this time for themselves and don't realize and learn the important things that are necessary. It can be as simple as "not to launch out too soon" from a tree or as complex as a life learning lesson.

16: From line fourty-nine and on, the author wants to climb the birch tree and then let it send him back down again. I think maybe he's trying to say that there are bad things and good things in the world because the birches is being compared to the world in my point of view. For the last sentence of the poem, is the author trying to say that our world is actually not that bad and that there could be worse things? Why is he saying that it is good to have ups and downs in life? Author's Tone: The author's tone at first is very wanting, desiring, being able to be free and being that young age and having the time and mind to explore with their active imaginations. Later on though, he sonds kind of proud of Earth and that it is a good place to live in even though it is filled with adulthood.

17: Shift: From lines one to fourty-one, the author describes the birches, and the boy swinging them. But from line fourty-two and on, the author describes more about himself and his life and how he relates to the birches. Title: The title means basically the world itself and the pure boy versus the unpure world. It also contains the meaning of being able to experience and be free. Theme: I think the theme is to stay pure and innocent like the boy swinging on the branches.